"Creekside Faith"

When I was just an eight or nine year old boy, my parents would take my siblings and I down to a nearby swimming hole called Lees Creek. We lived in the typical southern town, Van Buren, Arkansas, where my father pastored a Baptist church. It was at Lees Creek that we would spend lazy summer days splashing in the warm waters. It was also at this creek that my mother would have to muster up faith as she would watch my father playfully toss her children into the running water, leap off an old metal bridge, and pull all sorts of acrobatic stunts. 

Life as our mother, as well as that of being a Preachers' Wife has required this same faith over and over again. However,she has always risen to the challenges of living by faith. It is faith she learned when we were children swimming Lees Creek.